After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

It's approaching midnight.

The mountain wind was a little strong at night, whimpering, and the shadows of the trees seemed to be mysterious, as if ghosts and monsters were flying around.

The full moon was high in the sky, and the pale moonlight shone down, illuminating several people walking in the forest with their heads down. One of them was wearing a sky-blue long robe that made him look neat and slender, but he walked unsteadily. He lowered his head and hunched his back, leaning close to the woman beside him and whispering, "I say, Zhan Yanfeng is an old fox. Do you really think that the vague words you said before you left can trick him into coming?"

"Has an old friend ever appeared in your dream... Was that old friend your mother or you, or someone or some people killed by him? Do you really think he can understand it?" Xu Chengjin shook his head and complained to Song Wenyuan on the other side, "Before, I always thought he was an upright and pedantic old man, who kept talking about trivial principles all day long. Although his nagging was a headache, he was at least worthy of respect. Who would have thought that he was such a hypocritical thing with a beastly heart... According to seniority, your mother should call him Third Uncle!"

Song Wenyuan was a little silent, and he just followed Yuan Ge's steps without saying a word.

Xu Chengjin didn't care at all. He nudged Yuan Ge's elbow and asked again, "I'm asking you. That old fox is very cunning. He may not fall for it."

Miss Yuan smiled nonchalantly, "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. Just think of it as eating too much at night. It's nice to take a walk to digest the food and look at the night view of the mountains!"

Not bad?

Xu Chengjin looked up at the cliff where the forbidden area was located, and felt his temples throbbing. He earnestly reminded the young lady what she was doing, "So, in the middle of the night, you dragged us to your own grave to enjoy the night view? You really have no taboos at all, aren't you afraid that your three souls and seven spirits will look at you in the coffin and say you want to go back... Then it will be another farce of supernatural powers. What should we do?"

Song Wenyuan, who had been silent for a while, finally glanced at him as if doing him a favor and sneered, "Don't talk nonsense!" Although he had never believed in ghosts and gods, ever since he knew Yuan Ge's identity, he always had a little more fear and awe for things that were beyond human control.

Yuan Ge didn't care. He smiled and explained, "When I came out of Zhan Yanfeng's room just now, I saw the steward standing by. I think he knew that noodles were just an excuse to get him out of the way... I don't know what you said when I dragged you by the collar. The steward, who was bending over and waiting, looked over at me trembling all over as if struck by lightning. The moonlight is nice tonight. Although I don't quite understand why he was so shocked, I'm sure he will tell Zhan Yanfeng about it when he turns around."

"So, I wasn't really sure at first. When I said that, I really didn't plan to come and visit my own grave tonight, but the butler's expression made me feel that there should be something good to watch tonight."

Going up the mountain late at night was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. Maybe nothing would happen, but since I had nothing to do, it wouldn't hurt to burn some incense for myself in my spare time, right?

"When we were leaving... could it be that we said something bad about Zhan Yanfeng and he heard it? The old guy is old, but his ears are so good?" Xu Chengjin put his fist to his chin and muttered to himself. Suddenly, he pulled Yuan Ge and squatted down. Yuan Ge staggered when he was pulled by him. He saw Xu Chengjin pointing at the cliff and whispered, "Shh - he really came, what a ghost! Yuan Ge, did he participate in the cliff fall? To what extent did he participate?"

Yuan Ge looked in the direction Xu Chengjin pointed.

The moonlight was very bright tonight. From their angle, they could see a person standing quietly with his hands behind his back on the cliff that was almost unobstructed. It must be Zhan Yanfeng. Although he explained it clearly at that time as if he was planning a strategy, Yuan Ge was a little surprised to see this person appear on the cliff. He stared at him for a long time and finally shook his head, "I... don't know."

She had never felt her heart sinking as deeply as she did now, as if it would never reach the bottom.

At that time, Jinsu's hoarse accusation was like the most vicious warning and declaration - among the people on this mountain whom she regarded as relatives and elders, how many of them treated her sincerely? They coveted her secret room and looked forward to her death. They stood in front of her grave without any grief, only unspoken words.

Whether her death was an accident or a chess game, and if it was a chess game, who was playing the chess pieces, she didn't know and didn't dare to guess.

Yuan Ge looked at the man on the cliff who was bowing his head towards her grave without saying a word, but Song Wenyuan raised his hand and pulled her up, "Don't worry, he can't see us from there, let's go over quietly and see what he wants to do... In fact, I never understood why he went to so much trouble to do those things. If Hong Lan opened Zui Huan Lou just to make money, she didn't need to join forces with Jin Su. She could just run her Zui Huan Lou peacefully and make a lot of money every year... It's safe and reliable, and it doesn't attract attention. Why take the risk to do something illegal?"

"Besides, as far as I know, although Hong Lan and Jin Su are both from Zhixuan Mountain, they actually have their own goals. Jin Su wants to use secret techniques to revive Yuan Qi, and Hong Lan provides her with spices and some information about the kidnapped girl. In exchange, Jin Su provides Hong Lan with Xiaoyao wine. In other words, selling Xiaoyao wine may be the ultimate goal of Hong Lan, that is, Zhan Yanfeng, and Zuihuanlou is just a cover."

The three of them walked slowly, but Young Master Xu had his back slightly hunched from beginning to end, looking like a guilty thief.

Hearing this, he covered his lips with his folding fan and asked quietly, "If the poisoned wine is not for the purpose of making money... is it for the purpose of controlling the officials in the court? No, no, no, they should not have such a big ambition, right? But if not, why did they come all the way to the most dangerous Shengjing? There are many wealthy businessmen in Jiangnan. Wouldn't it be less likely to be discovered if they opened this Zuihuanlou in Jiangnan?"

The voice was so low that even if we walked side by side, we could only barely hear it.

Song Wenyuan frowned and sneered, "What are you doing? Are you afraid that the wind will be too strong and blow your words off the cliff? Walk carefully! Be careful, or you will have to find someone to take care of you and carry you down the mountain..."

Song Wenyuan knew how to irritate people. Xu Chengjin felt that this fellow had such a big mouth and was still alive today. Initially, it was because of his high martial arts skills, and now it was because of the simple customs of the people in Shengjing... He tilted his head and raised his chin in annoyance, and strode towards the cliff. "Hurry up! At this speed, the flowers will be cold by the time you get up there, and your coffin will be lifted by others!"